Words
are composed of letters
and pronounced with mouths
and tongues of purpose
but in practice
words
cut deep like the sharpest blades
and convey concern like the softest hands
in sequential breaths
from the same sighing lungs.
some words sound like gunshots
and others like birdsongs.
some words feel like sunshine
and others like summer breezes.
these
criss
crossing
communicative
constructs
drive our wars
and soothe our hearts.
abstract, yet almost tangible
Words.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
Words
are composed of letters
and pronounced with mouths
and tongues of purpose
but in practice
words
cut deep like the sharpest blades
and convey concern like the softest hands
in sequential breaths
from the same sighing lungs.
some words sound like gunshots
and others like birdsongs.
some words feel like sunshine
and others like summer breezes.
these
criss
crossing
communicative
constructs
drive our wars
and soothe our hearts.
abstract, yet almost tangible
Words.
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